All away from where one can see.
There's a star; broken and crippled.
I peep it long from my windows.
It tends to say the story of mystery.
Sometimes, when it's full night.
Feels like moon saying, catch him right.
I come out and see that broken star,
It's not a one; a pile of history.
I'm wordless with something to say.
Rarely a noise i hear,
From my heart, leaping up to guess.
How timely am I, to spot that star.
Having a glance over the sky,
Hope i never made a bid.
Trying to reach that determination.
The star that took it, isn't so far.
For good, I found the broken star.
Rather, I'd prefer to be it alive.
Though I misled entire of my life,
Couldn't hold that the star was me.
Oh my gosh, just watch and see,
Whomsoever I tried to catch,
It was me, friend, it was me.
The Dark Writer - Satyajit
// Posted On 26th Jan
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